The nurse opened her mouth wide. She tried her best to recall and found that Mu Qiaozhi was indeed wearing a wedding ring today.
well……
She sighed again.
Doreen's ward is in a separate room, which is very warmly decorated and does not look like a mental patient's room.
The bright yellow lilies are placed in a light blue vase, and the curtains are light yellow, with a hazy and transparent texture that can flutter gently when the wind blows.
When Mu Qiaozhi pushed the door open and entered, he only saw Doreen's back.
She was sitting on the window at the moment, with her feet in the air, her back leaning against the window lattice, her expression indifferent, looking out the window with a lazy attitude.
This expression made Mu Qiaozhi feel dazed for a moment.
Doreen heard the sound and turned to look at the man standing at the door.
The sun fell on her fair cheeks, and the smallest hairs on her face were covered with a hazy golden light. She slowly smiled towards him.
Ever since she became like this, she seems to be very happy all the time, smiling at everyone she sees.
The nurse told Mu Qiaozhi that Doreen had no tendency to be violent or even self-harm. She had always been so dazed and she could be taken home to rest.
Mu Qiaozhi also asked the doctor whether Doreen would be fine and whether she would always be like this.
The doctor told him that maybe Doreen would be able to recover in the next second, or maybe she would stay like this for the rest of her life.
A person's mental breakdown is just a mental disorder, which is considered a mild symptom. In more serious cases, it can almost become a vegetative state.
Mu Qiaozhi walked into the house and took him down from the window. After these few days of contact, Doreen had become very accustomed to him.
He carried her to the bed and took out a diamond ring from his arms.
"This is what you once gave me." He put the diamond ring on Doreen's slender finger and stared at the sparkling diamond on Doreen's hand. "Do you still remember? In college, you gave me this ring in front of me.
In front of so many students, they proposed to me..."
Yes, it was Doreen who proposed to him with a diamond ring. She had a carefree personality, and no matter how much she tried to hide it, she couldn't hide it.
Her likes and dislikes were so direct that he didn't even have the wherewithal to refuse.
"The things you gave me," he slowly raised his head, staring at Doreen's confused face, "I kept them all..."
But the owner of the thing will no longer respond.
Mu Qiaozhi felt heartache. He slowly reached out and hugged Doreen's thin shoulders, pulled her into his arms, and whispered: "I'm sorry..."
sorry.
This hurts you...
The next second, his whole body froze.
Blood slowly overflowed from his mouth. He wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, there was more blood.
He raised his head, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and touched Doreen's cheek, which was close at hand.
Her innocent smile had disappeared, and what was in front of him was that cold, cold face.
He seemed to have figured out something for a moment and smiled softly.
And in the next moment, the table knife stuck in his heart was stabbed deeper into his chest by Doreen.
With his arms empty, Mu Qiaozhi raised his head with difficulty and saw Doreen's back disappearing from the window.
There was something in the palm of his hand. He glanced down and then slowly closed his eyes.
The diamond ring, stained red by blood, was abandoned by Doreen in his hand.
All her love for him was withdrawn at this moment.